The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Success or failure is empty. The green hills are still there, and the setting sun is a few degrees red.
White-haired fishermen and firewood collectors are used to watching the autumn moon in the spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine, a brief encounter. Everything is a joke. -Yang Shen
The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old base is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks are flying in the air, and the waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.
When Xiao Qiao was first married, he was handsome, with a feather fan and a black silk scarf. She talked and laughed and was forced to disappear. She is wandering in her hometown, and she is full of enthusiasm for laughing at me, and she was born very early. The world is like a dream, and a statue is still alive. -Su Shi
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year the palace in the sky is. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. How can I dance to see the shadow?
Turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and have no sleep. There should be no hate. Why should you be round when you leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This is an old question. I hope people live a long life. -Su Shi
Sunset embroidered curtains, the water in the pavilion is even empty. Knowing that you are me, the window of the new work is wet and green. I remember the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in Pingshan Hall, and I know the words of drunkards, where the colors of mountains are both there and there.
Thousands of hectares, net in the mirror, blue peak upside down. Suddenly, the waves were rough and a leaf of Chinese Pulsatilla danced. You can laugh at Mrs. Lan's son, but you can't understand the essence of Zhuang. You only know that there are men and women. A little awe-inspiring, thousands of miles away is fast. -Su Shi
Jianghan comes from the west, with tall buildings and dark blue grapes. You bring your own things, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and Jinjiang is beautiful in spring. You are a relic of Nanshan, and I miss my home for the sword. I am not heartless about the scenery here.
It's a pity that you are so crazy about Chu Shi. The empty continent is desolate for parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at the literati fighting the bottom, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. May you be a king, give immortal poems and chase the yellow crane. -Su Shi
Clear shadows flow east, broken eyes and lonely sails. Where officials travel, green hills and white waves are heavy. I feel lonely under the forest, listening to the rain at night. I hate this kind of life and grow apart from increasing my hair.
Cheers, by the Yellow River. Infinite things, from the beginning. It seems like yesterday, many years. The old marks on the clothes are bitter tears, and the eyebrows are yellow. Then I will take Jun and Chi to find spring, and bloom is like snow. -Su Shi
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, the sky roared, strong and fierce. 30 fame, dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long-distance bus, stepping over the lacking Helan Mountain, I am eager to eat Land Rover meat and drink Hun blood with a smile. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. -Yue Fei
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. Look at the mountains and forests; The river is blue and transparent, and a hundred schools of thought contend. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frosty days fight for freedom. Very lonely, so who is in control of the ups and downs of the world?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years. I am just a classmate, a teenager, in the prime of life; "The Scholars" attacked Fang Qiu, pointing out the mountains and rivers, and made a profound impact. At that time, Wan Huhou was full of dust. Do you remember that when you hit the water in the middle stream, the waves stopped the flying ship! Mao Zedong